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Reluctant Rogue Teaser Tuesday

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Wishes & Dreams, book #5

 

Paranormal Romance

Date Published: 08-08-2023

 

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Naomi had grown up in a family of rogue shifters… women who stalked
men, seduced them, then after a night of passion, Changed to their animal
form and ripped the man to shreds. She’d always been taught that she
was destined to be a killer, that one day men would be mere prey for her.
She was determined never to become a Rogue… even if she had to do
something desperate.

Liam, a Great Pyrenees shapeshifter, is the new veterinarian at the Country
Vet Clinic. When he’s called to a nearby zoo to care for an ill
clouded leopard, he discovers she is, in fact, another shifter. Even more,
she’s the niece of Beatrice, the rogue who had terrorized the shifter women
in the area for the last year. But Naomi doesn’t seem like a rogue to Liam,
and the shifters rally to her support, freeing her from the zoo and
embracing her into the community.

Naomi loves her new life in the Hudson Valley at a lovely bed and
breakfast, but she has to fight her growing feelings for Liam. He has
absolute confidence in her, that she will never turn Rogue. But she is
afraid to trust that. How can she give in to the magnetic attraction between
them, when it could mean very Liam’s life?

 

Excerpt

 

Despite the chill of the early November morning, Liam McConnell let down
the window of his Jeep Compass. Grateful to be leaving behind the pollution
of Manhattan, he took in deep breaths of the crisp, fresh air.

After spending the past year doing his internship in New York City, he was
more than ready to get out of the city, into the semi-rural, heavily wooded
areas of the Hudson Valley, an hour’s drive north.

All his worldly belongings were packed into the back of his Jeep.
He’d been assured there was an inn nearby where he could stay until he
found a place to live, so he’d just thrown everything in his vehicle
and headed north. The meeting he had in half an hour wasn’t quite an
interview, nor quite a first day at work. The North American Council for
Shifters had arranged for him to do his residency at the Country Veterinary
Clinic, so he had the job, but this was his first meeting with the partners
of the practice.

All of them were human, but they knew about shifters.

He had to admit that curiosity rode him about those in the clinic, or
associated with it. Two of the human partners were engaged to Others; one to
a Djinn, of all things! And another was engaged to Katerina Kazakis, the
fashion designer who was also granddaughter to the Warden of the
Northeastern U.S. The entire, huge, Kazakis clan were Maine Coon cat
shifters, everyone knew that. Katerina’s two siblings also lived
nearby, and there was apparently a clowder of bobcat shifters in the
area.

It was unusual for so many cat shifters to be congregated in one area, and
he couldn’t help grinning. The grin faded, though, as he thought of
the grim news he bore. The Warden, Maroulla Kazakis, hadn’t wanted to
relay the news over the phone, so he was charged with delivering it in
person.

His GPS chirped at him to exit the Parkway, and he flicked on his turn
signal. Ten minutes later, following the directions from his GPS, he turned
into the driveway of the clinic. It was a long, low brick building with
cheerfully painted shutters. Approaching the clinic, the driveway split left
and right to parking lots on either side, while a sign post sent dog owners
to

the left, and cat owners to the right. O-kaaay, separate entrances for dogs
and cats. Good idea, and one he hadn’t seen before. Amused, he turned
to the left, and parked outside a door that bore a large sign
announcing,

“DOGS.”

Entering the clinic, he noted with approval the cleanliness of the wide,
well-lit hallway leading to a cheerful reception desk where three ladies
were stationed, one on the phones and two immersed in patient charts.

“Liam McConnall,” he told the pretty redhead who greeted him.
“I’ve an appointment at nine.”

“Oh yes!” She put down the stack of folders she’d been
putting into some kind of order, and came out from behind the counter.
“They’re expecting you. Let me take you back… is it Dr.
Shelton’s office?” She broke off to ask one of the other women,
shook her head.

“No, they decided on Dr. McCandliss’ office. It’s
bigger.”

“No it’s not,” the third woman put in. “It’s
just emptier.”

All three women laughed.

“That’s because Dr. McCandliss has another office in the barn
out back, and that’s what he uses,” the red-head explained,
leading him down another hallway where rooms branched off left and right.
“He sees horses and livestock, usually. I’m Tamera Austen, by
the way.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Opening a door at the end of the corridor, she ushered him in.

“Dr. McConnell is here,” she told them. Then, giving him an
encouraging smile, she turned and headed back to reception.

Liam blinked a bit, not having expected quite so many people. It took a
moment to realize that his first impression of a crowd was erroneous; there
were only four people rising to their feet as he entered. It only seemed
crowded in the small office that contained only a table and some chairs. The
table, however, contained a large carafe from which the enticing aroma of
coffee arose, and a tray with cream and sugar, cups and stir straws, as well
as a bakery box of pastries.

He was greeted first by a young woman with short, sleek black hair, and the
wide golden eyes that marked her as a Kazakis.

“You must be Katerina,” he told her. “Your grandmother
would have looked just like you when she was your age.”

She smiled, but seemed puzzled, staring at him in what appeared to be
confusion. Then she shook her head, and turned to the others.

“Yes, I’m Katerina.” She turned and gestured to the
others. “And this is Troy Shelton, Suzanne MacPherson, two of the
partners here, and Suzanne’s husband, Mac.”

“Please, help yourself to some coffee and pastry if you like,”
the big vet, Troy, said to him, but Katerina was still staring at him
oddly.

“You’re an intern?” she finally blurted out in astonished
tones.

Liam laughed. “I get that a lot. I felt like an old dude when I was
in vet school, compared to the others. But I wanted to finish medical school
first.”

Suzanne looked as bewildered as Katerina felt. “Medical
school?”

Liam stared at them, and they stared back. He shook his head with a
humorous quirk of his lips.

“I’m guessing Maroulla didn’t forward you my
resume?”

They all looked at each other.

“I didn’t even think to ask,” Troy admitted.

“Oh, my God, this is so unprofessional of us,” Suzanne dropped
her head in her hands.

Katerina noted that Liam was looking more amused than offended.

“In our defense,” Troy told Liam, “We’re all still
reeling a bit from finding out that there is such a thing as
shapeshifters.”

“Are such things as,” Katerina corrected helpfully.

“Let’s try this again.” Troy stood up, holding out his
hand. “Troy Shelton.

They shook hands and Suzanne followed suit. “Suzanne MacPherson, and
this is my husband, Mac. Douglas McCandliss, our other partner, planned to
be here, but he had an emergency call.”

“He’s the equine vet, isn’t he?” Liam asked.

Troy nodded. “He has to go to most of his patients, rather than them
come to us.”

Mac held out his hand. “I work at another clinic, so I’m not
here in any official capacity.”

“You’re totally here out of curiosity,” Suzanne told her
husband, and he laughed, not bothering to deny the allegation.

 

About the Author

Allie McCormack

Allie McCormack is  a disabled U.S. military veteran, now pursuing her
life-long dream of being a writer. Allie has traveled quite a bit and lived
many places all over the U.S., as well as a year in Cairo, Egypt as an
exchange student, and a year in Saudi Arabia under contract to a hospital in
Riyadh. Allie now lives in wine country in beautiful southern California
with her family and two rescue cats.

Allie says: “A writer is who and what I am… a romance writer. I
write what I know, and what I know is romance. Dozens of story lines and
literally hundreds of characters live and breathe within the not-so-narrow
confines of my imagination, and it is my joy and privilege to bring them to
life, to share them with others by writing their stories.”

 

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Sofia’s Silver Bullet Blitz

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Silver Hearts, Book Two

 

Paranormal Romance

Date Published: 06/12/2023

 

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Arturo – As a mortal, I was a hit man. I’m not proud of it.
Since becoming a vampire, I’ve done my best to turn my life around,
but violence is in my nature. When demons take over the world, I jump into
the rebellion against them. Then I cross paths with a sexy young vampire
with more attitude than an alpha werewolf. Like me, she’s no stranger
to betrayal, but that won’t stop me from winning her heart.

Sofia – Demons destroyed my world. Now I dedicate my life to the
rebellion against them. I’m temporarily partnered with a gorgeous
vampire from Boston who exasperates me, mostly because he’s impossible
to resist. I’ve been betrayed before, but is it time to take a risk
for love?

 

Note: Sofia’s Silver Bullet is a short paranormal age gap romance with a
bad boy turned good hero, a kick-butt heroine, and a HEA.

Excerpt

The Savage Sage stands like a misplaced piece of medieval Europe among the
surrounding buildings. Like Lucas, the club reeks of old-world class.

I remember when he built the place and moved into it with his young
protégé, a kid named Orien who was even sterner than Lucas and
more miserable than me. I blame it on his demon half. Anyway, he was like a
son to Lucas, and I know how those ties can be. I made an effort to tolerate
Orien, and he did the same with me. Turns out he was the key player in
preventing a demon tower from rising in Maryland.

Oh, demons still run rampant in Maryland, but they don’t have a
direct portal from hell, and everyone knows how much that pisses off the
demon masters. So, I gotta respect Orien for that.

Anyway, I digress, as they say. Time to go to work.

Security lets me pass through the front door of the club. They know me
well, but pretend not to. It’s important that I stay incognito.

In the club, the host seats me at a table near the dance floor. I look like
a typical vamp on the prowl, just out for a drink and maybe a bite.

Wolf women sitting at a nearby table give me the eye. It’s no secret
that some vamps look down on our hairier cousins, but not me.

My waiter approaches. He’s a tall, slender redhead named Reese. Like
most staff members, he’s part of the rebellion. Tonight, he’s a
contact who will put me in touch with the agent I’m here to
meet.

“Good evening, sir,” Reese says.

“How’s it going?”

“As well as usual. The lady asked me to give you this.” He
hands me a slip of paper and glances toward the woman seated at the end of
the bar.

How the hell did I miss her? I wouldn’t have. She must have snuck in
when I turned toward the table of wolves.

She’s gorgeous and a vampire, by her arousing scent. Staring at me
with smoldering amber eyes, she runs the tip of her tongue over full lips
painted burgundy. A cascade of wildly curly black hair falls to her elbows.
I want to bury my lips in it. I want to kiss her breathless. I
want—

Keep it in your pants, Big Guy, and read the note.

That’s her voice in my head. Sexy. Powerful. So she has strong
telepathic skill. That’s a relatively rare gift, even for vampires,
though it’s more common among our kind than normal humans.

I glance at the note written in bold red letters. Come and join me for a
drink, and we’ll talk business.

Reese clears his throat.

I glance at him, and he says, “Arturo, she’s meant for
you.”

His words confirm that this beauty is going to be my temporary partner. My
pulse quickens. I hadn’t expected someone like her.

“Looks like I’m changing seats, Reese.” I rise and
swagger to the bar. Sure, this is business, but that doesn’t mean I
can’t get some pleasure out of it.

You’re full of yourself, aren’t you?

It’s her voice again. An insult. So that’s kind of
foreplay.

Grinning, I ease onto the barstool next to hers. “Hey, baby.
Name’s Arturo.”

 

About the Author

Kate Hill

Kate Hill is a vegetarian New Englander who loves writing romantic
fantasies. When she’s not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working
out, watching horror movies, and researching vampires and Viking history.
She runs the Compelling Beasts Blog that is dedicated to antagonists,
antiheroes, and paranormal creatures. Kate also writes as Saloni
Quinby.

 

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How Not to Date a Dragon Master Teaser Tuesday

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Dark Fantasy, LGBTQ, Paranormal Romance

Date Published: May 5, 2023

 

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War is upon them — armies are clashing at their doorstep. Ulvissar’s
heat is becoming uncontrollable, and tension between him and Nithe is higher
than ever before.

With his Dragon Lord and her new mate leading his warriors, will Ulvissar
be able to destroy those who would betray them, and will Nithe be strong
enough to claim both the title of Dragon Master and his Ulvissar? How can
anyone withstand the wrath of an angry omega dragon?

 

Publisher’s Warning: How Not To Date a Dragon Master contains scenes of
graphic violence and adult kink with blood play that may be triggers for
some readers.

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EXCERPT

Copyright ©2023 Stephanie Burke

 

The wind blew bitter cold on the overcast early morning when Prince Ranid
the Bold and his army rolled into town, and it matched the attitude of the
people. The few men who were left in the ranks watched the bedraggled and
exhausted inhabitants stagger toward their town’s entrance, while the
sounds of their war horses’ shoes loudly striking the dirt-covered
cobblestones encouraged a lone hound to throw back its head and howl
mournfully at the still present moon.

The few lights glowed enough to illuminate the remains of a once prosperous
town now fallen into ruin. A lone, sickly-looking goat bleated as it
wandered through, its dented bell clanking miserably in the night air while
a lone owl hooted in the distance.

The place smelled of neglect and misuse. Most of the buildings that
surrounded the courtyard and what looked to be the center of town appeared
derelict, missing windows, wood siding sliding off of their sides, paint so
old and weatherworn that it looked like it hadn’t been refreshed in
years.

Prince Ranid the Bold, on his once proud white steed, stood up in the
stirrups and declared for all to hear, “What a fucking
dump.”

“Well, fuck you too, asshole!” a drunk leaning on a pole
outside of the town’s only tavern called out. “Fuck you and the
horse you rode in on.”

That gave the whole army pause before a tall, black-haired, green-eyed
man’s laugh barked out, startling the few who wore his bright red
colors before they began to chuckle as well.

“What?” The green-eyed Prince Colton of Rinastas called to the
other disgusted prince’s soldiers. “Out here with no resources
but what little nature has left, you expected to find a lavish palace fit
for your royal ass?” He shook his head, amusement plain in every line
of his body. “This is war, boy. No one is going to be around to hold
your hand or wipe Your Highness’s backside for you. The people who
live in this area make do with what they have.”

“And who do these people hold loyalty to?” Prince Ranid
demanded, settling back into his saddle, his face slightly red because yes,
he expected some sort of accommodation for the royals at least. He
didn’t expect this place to be so… desolate.

“I believe they pay a once a year tax to the people of the Eastern
Kingdoms — the missing princess’s kingdom — and then they are
largely left alone. This is dragon territory after all,” Prince Colton
explained. “No one has a real hold on it but because part of it
scrapes against the princess’s kingdom, it is to her people that these
hard-working individuals pay their taxes and what little tribute they can
give.”

“No way.” Ranid rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and pouting
like a child as he absorbed what Colton was telling him. “The kingdom
renowned for its beauty wouldn’t let a place like this exist and
tarnish their good name. This is a disgrace.”

From beside him on his own warhorse, Lord Petyr of The Eastern Kingdoms
shook his head in embarrassment. How had he ever found the loud, obnoxious,
and abrasive prince beautiful? Things had cooled significantly since he
started seeking his own privacy and comfort in the bold red tent that Prince
Colton had lent him. Sure, he was no longer in the man’s bed but
anyone would think about waiting a full five minutes before another filled
Petyr’s former position there. And Petyr knew from personal experience
that when Ranid was distracted or angry, the whole act would take about five
minutes… from start to finish.

“If you say so.” Colton snickered to himself, unwilling to
engage the spoiled brat of a prince in any type of intellectual debate. As
far as this asshole was concerned, if something wasn’t up to his
ridiculous standards, then he would most likely dismiss it, and Colton was
not up for this kind of stupidity. He could be back at his tent getting some
shut-eye after a long and tedious… in every way imaginable…
campaign march. He was tired, his ass hurt for all the wrong reasons, and
now his head was starting to hurt as well from listening to the bitching and
griping of the brat prince. The only amusement he’d found during this
whole rush to an ass kicking was the delightfully sarcastic Lord
Petyr.

The man was pretty, though his downcast eyes and guilty expression
detracted from that somewhat. The man did know his mind though, and only
consented to be abused a short time before, with some encouraging words, he
struck out on his own. He was intelligent and sharp as he offered several
pride-protecting alternatives to the idiot prince as they traveled that
would allow him to pull out of his stupid march and still save face.
Colton’s favorite idea was to just play this was an inspection and
introduction tour to see what changes needed to be made before they reported
back to the King of the Eastern Lands.

Of course, Rancid the Bol — Ranid… Ranid the Bold ignored every
idea offered and was hellbent on completing his quest no matter the cost. So
far, he’d managed to lose a few tents, a few of his soldiers deserted
because of the insanity that they were surrounded by, diseases was starting
to run rampant through his men — the sexually transmitted kind of course,
because at this point the prince had more camp followers that loyal soldiers
— and he was losing the best aide-de-camp that Colton had ever seen.

Filled with righteous indignation, Ranid dismounted his tired horse with a
huff and led the poor beast to what appeared to be an inn and tethered him
to the post out front.

Petyr and Colton also dismounted and followed the upstart prince inside.
They stepped into the dim light allowed by the open shutters of what
appeared to be windows with some kind of glass. The rough wooden floors were
dusty. Goodness knows how everything in this town was not covered in dust,
but it looked like someone had tried to sweep it relatively clean. Several
long wooden bench-style tables sat in rows on either side of the room, the
bar along the back wall blocking access to what had to be a small kitchen in
the back.

“You call this place an inn?” Rancid was already ranting at a
disinterested woman who was slowly wiping down a battered bar with a dirty
rag.

“That’s what the sign used to say.” She snorted, rolling
her eyes and dropping the rag to the floor.

“Used to,” Ranid snarled, leaning on the bar… only to
jerk his hand back as it encountered what had to be the remains of
someone’s greasy dinner… or a body fluid. Who could tell?

“Used to.” The woman walked over to stand before him, her hefty
body covered in a stained smock, her arms crossed over her chest as she
stuck out her chin in an aggressive manner. “That’s what I said.
Are you fucking deaf or something?”

“Do you know who I am?” He bent closer to growl in her
face.

“No.” She leaned forward as well, growling back in his face.
“And I really don’t give a fuck who you are. Do you want
something or are you wasting my time?”

“I am the prince of your kingdom and I demand respect.”

“No,” the woman shook her head, a sardonic look spreading
across her face. “Our kingdom doesn’t have any princes, unless
you count the assholes that the princesses are supposed to marry. And you
didn’t demand my respect, you demanded my utmost attention and
you’re not worth my time… which you aren’t going to
get.”

 

About the Author

Stephanie is a USA Today Best Selling, multi published, multi award-winning
author, Master Costumer, handicapped, wife and mother of two.

From sex-shifting, shape-shifting dragons to undersea worlds, sexually
confused elemental Fey and homo-erotic mysteries, all the way to
pastel-challenged urban sprites, Stephanie has done it all, and hopes to do
more.

Stephanie is an orator on her favorite subjects of writing and
world-building, a sometime teacher when you feed her enough tea and donuts,
an anime nut, a costumer, and a frequent guest of various sci-fi and writing
cons where she can be found leading panel discussions or researching varied
legends and theories to improve her writing skills.

Stephanie is known for her love of the outrageous, strong female
characters, believable worlds, male characters filled with depth, and
multi-cultural stories that make the reader sit up and take notice.

 

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Mate to the Mermen Teaser Tuesday

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Mermen, Book 2

 

Fantasy Romance, Paranormal Romance, Shapeshifters, Reverse Harem

Date Published: 4/7/2023

 

Daisy Daniels never expected her temp job cleaning for three hunks on a
private island would lead to romance. She clearly hasn’t been watching
enough reality TV. Falling in love with one, let alone all three of the
Watersons, would be complicated enough without the burden of protecting
their secret. Ocean, Bayou, and River aren’t just celebrity treasure
hunters, they’re mermen.

Protecting the secret of her lovers is more challenging than Daisy ever
imagined, almost as challenging as learning to cook without the help of the
internet. Still, her life with the Triad would be perfect if River’s
father, the King of Atlantis, didn’t hate her, and if Kai, the Prince
of the Aegeans, wasn’t constantly causing trouble.

When karaoke night reveals Daisy has gift she has a lot more to think about
than the laundry. Saving the world was never in the job description. How can
she risk using her newfound gift when she could harm the three people she
loves most?

 

EXCERPT

River swore under his breath. He hadn’t expected his father to show
up. The old man’s timing couldn’t have been worse. In the
upheaval of the last twenty-four hours, they’d missed an important
call about a dive. That job couldn’t have come at a ghastlier time.
They needed the footage, but the wreck wasn’t in Aegean-controlled
currents. When they’d decided to dive it, they’d had no idea how
complicated their lives would become. He turned to Daisy. “This is my
father, King Delta, the ruler of Atlantis.” He returned his attention
to his father. “Father, this is Daisy. She’s my Triad’s
mate.”

Father snorted a rude, almost dismissive, sound. “A human?”
Father spoke out loud, but in Atlantean. “Why are you so intent on
destroying my faith that you’ll rule? I have given you time to come to
your senses, but I’m starting to lose patience.”

River bristled. He replied in English. “I will not allow you to
disrespect my mate.”

Daisy put her hand on River’s arm. “It’s
okay.”

He could see the compassion in her beautiful brown eyes. “No,
it’s not.” River put his arm around Daisy. Ocean and Bayou moved
to stand at his side.

King Delta sighed. “I see you and your Triad are in agreement,”
he continued in Atlantean, excluding Daisy.

“We are,” River said. “Triad always.”

“The seal must be found.” Father glared at Daisy a moment
before turning his attention back to River. “I can’t believe you
were so weak as to allow that pathetic excuse for a male to come into your
home and take what belongs to our kingdom.” He glanced at Ocean and
Bayou. “For all your talk of Triad, they’ve done nothing to help
you protect our legacy.” He pinned River with an intense look filled
with authority and anger. “River, you and you alone were entrusted
with the seal as my way to ensure you remembered your responsibilities.
Instead, you have mated with a human and let Prince Kai walk away with a
national treasure. What do you have to say for yourself?”

River’s throat tightened. Even as ridiculous as his father looked
standing on land in nothing but a cape, he still bore his position with an
aura of power. He could still make River feel like nothing with a glance. If
he tried to explain that Daisy would have died if he’d gone after the
artifact, would his father relent? Probably not. “I’m sorry,
Father.”

“Sorry will not get the seal back. Sorry will not change the fact you
tied your soul to a frail human. What are you going to do, my son?”
Father crossed his arms over his chest.

“We will help River get the seal back,” Ocean assured the
king.

Father’s brow creased as he regarded Ocean with disgust. “I was
not talking to you, traitor.”

River scowled. “Ocean would give his life for me and for our kingdom.
He is not a traitor.”

King Delta turned to Bayou. “And did you want the human too, monster?
Couldn’t you have talked sense into your prince? You know how easily
the vulnerable are destroyed. You know how weak a human is, and yet you
would allow your prince to tie you all to one female’s short
life?”

Bayou glared at the king. “She has the strength of a Triad
now.”

Few would have had the courage to do the same. River’s throat
tightened.

“You are all pathetic!” The king growled, shaking his fist at
River. “If the law allowed me to give the throne to your sister, I
would. If you do not regain the seal, I’ll have my army drag those
criminals you bonded with to the deepest, darkest prison in Atlantis.
I’ll make sure they stay alive, but in hellish misery.”

Ocean and Bayou both stiffened. River looked away, unable to meet the anger
and shame Father directed at him. “Father, please, don’t say
such things. Daisy is human and you might disapprove of my decision to form
our Triad but doing that would be beneath you. A king should never seek
personal vengeance. You’ve told me that many times.”

His father took a step closer to him. He raised his fist. “You dare
–”

Daisy stepped closer to the king. “I don’t know what
you’re saying to them but chill out.”

King Delta turned his attention away from River to glare at Daisy.
“Chill out?” he parroted in heavily accented English.

“Yes,” she said. “Chill. These are amazing men, and your
tone is clear no matter what language you’re speaking. They
don’t deserve a lecture. This is their home. If you can’t be
respectful, maybe you should leave.”

River, Ocean, and Bayou inhaled sharply in unison. No one had ever dared
tell King Delta to leave before now.

“I will not do this chill out! Fool human! You are of weak thoughts.
You give yourself to these males, but they are little fish. Weak
fish.” King Delta’s chin rose as he narrowed his eyes at
Daisy.

“Let me assure you, there’s nothing little about these
fish.” Daisy rolled her eyes and a small chuckle escaped. She looked
to River, and he could see love in her gaze. “They are strong and
brave.”

The king’s guard wore heavy tunics that fell to their knees. River
was glad for Daisy’s sake that they were mostly covered as the large
men approached her. Bayou was the first to make a protective move toward
Daisy. The guards, knowing full well how easily Bayou could destroy their
minds with gift, all stopped.

Daisy glared at the king of Atlantis, causing River to catch his breath in
fear for her. “Who’s the little fish now? You need all these big
guys to protect you from a human woman’s words?”

The king gave a derisive snort, but he held his hand up to stay his guard.
In Atlantean he said, “Don’t bother with this unarmed human.
She’s no threat to us.” Then he looked at Daisy and returned to
speaking English. “Your tongue is sharp, female. But in water you have
no protection from my wrath. Stay dry, woman of my son’s Triad, for
under the waves my anger is great.” He turned, his cape billowing
dramatically, then motioned for his guard to follow. His entourage tripped
over themselves in their haste.

River was quiet as he watched them go. Bayou had moved to put his arm
around Daisy. When they were gone Daisy turned to look at her Triad. She
tilted her head to the side as her brow furrowed. “What? Why are you
all so pale?”

Bayou stepped back to scowl at her. He started to pace. “That was
fucking stupid. If you see River’s father again, keep your mouth
shut.”

Daisy sucked in a sharp breath. Her lips pursed angrily, and her gaze
shifted on Bayou with wrath. River put his arm around her, tugging her
close. He picked up her long brown braid and tickled her nose with it. Her
soft, sensual giggles broke the tension. When she looked up into his face,
he had to kiss her. His lips caught hers and his kiss was hungry,
needy.

No one else had ever spoken up for him like she had. She’d had no
idea just how dangerous her actions were, but that blind need to protect his
heart fed his need to be close to her. When he broke the kiss, he put his
cheek on the top of her head. “Brave and foolish. You’re perfect
for us.”

 

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Date to be Published: March 17, 2023

 

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Love is always a gamble, but when you bargain with a demon the deck’s
stacked in his favor.

 

Demon’s Bargain (Embracing the Demon 1): Ella is desperate. A vicious
dragon stalks her people. The only man strong enough to defeat it is Vaz,
the half-demon outcast — banished long ago for his tainted blood. Ella soon
learns just how potent a demon’s touch can be.

Living with a Demon (Embracing the Demon 2): When Nate answered a personals
ad, he wasn’t looking for romance. But now he knows Pierce is the man
for him… even when he finds out Pierce is something more than
human.

Playing Games (Embracing the Demon 3): Nate adores his demon lover, Pierce.
But lately, Pierce has been distant and preoccupied, and it’s driving
Nate crazy. Awakening Pierce’s possessive instincts is a dangerous
game to play… but to Nate, the danger just makes it more
tempting.

Escaping Darkside (Embracing the Demon 4): After he’s killed in a hit
and run accident, Christian wakes up in Darkside — the demon-infested world
between life and death. If he can reach door back to Earth, Christian will
have a second chance at life. But going back will mean leaving Seth behind
forever… and Christian is falling in love with his demon.

Publisher’s Note: Embracing the Demon (Box Set) contains the previously
published novellas Demon’s Bargain, Living with a Demon, Playing Games, and
Escaping Darkside.

 

 

EXCERPT

 

Copyright ©2023 AJ Graham

Excerpt from Escaping Darkside

 

Christian woke face down on the ground, head throbbing. A smell like
garbage and sewer water filled his nose, and hard, gritty pavement pressed
against his cheek. He opened his eyes to find himself lying in a narrow
alley between two brick buildings, next to a row of overflowing
trashcans.

Christian stood, staggered, and leaned against the nearby wall. What had
happened? Had he been mugged? A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he
swayed. He must have hit his head. Maybe that was why he couldn’t remember
anything. When the world finally stopped spinning, he began to walk.

Run-down, brick buildings lined the narrow street, and fragments of broken
glass glittered on the pavement. It looked like one of the bad parts of
Chicago, but it wasn’t a neighborhood he recognized.

He heard a low, faint moan, like distant wind, and froze. The back of his
neck prickled and he slowly turned.

Four red-cloaked figures stood in the street, motionless. Hoods covered
their heads and shadow hid their faces. Goose bumps rose on Christian’s
flesh. “Um… hello.”

No reply. One figure stretched out an arm and curled a long, bony finger in
beckoning.

Christian swallowed, hard. His heart rose into his throat as fear slammed
into his gut like a fist. He took a shaky step backward, then turned and
ran, feet pounding the pavement, breath coming in frantic gulps. He looked
over his shoulder and saw them following — not running, but floating
several inches above the road, their red cloaks billowing behind them.

What the hell was going on?

He kept running, but he could sense the things getting closer, closing in
on him. An icy hand curled around his arm, the fingers brittle and thin, yet
strong as iron. Cold filled his chest, as if that skeletal hand had reached
into his body to grip his heart. He looked into the darkness beneath the
thing’s hood and saw the glint of eyes. A weird clicking, chattering noise
drifted from that darkness.

Christian twisted away. “Let me go!” He yanked his arm free. His
skin still burned where the thing had touched him.

He ran, ignoring the throbbing stitch in his side and the burn in his
lungs. There was nothing left in his mind but the desperate need to get
away. He ran until his legs gave out, and he sank to his hands and knees,
gulping air, each breath like nettles scraping his raw lungs. He looked over
his shoulder, shaking. The red-cloaked figures were nowhere in sight.
Somehow, he’d lost them.

He crawled to the side of the street and hid behind a Dumpster, hugging his
knees to his chest. He looked down at his arm, where the thing had grabbed
him. Its grip had left ugly, black burn marks on his skin, and the marks
writhed like something alive. Just looking at them made him nauseous. He
pulled his sleeve over the burn, hiding it, then leaned back against the
brick wall and closed his eyes. His muscles felt like overcooked noodles,
but somehow, he managed to drag himself to his feet and resume
walking.

Ahead, a row of motorcycles stood next to a low, windowless building with
black cement walls. Even from a distance, Christian could hear the pulse of
a bass-beat. A dance club?

Whatever it was, he needed to get inside. He ran toward the building, flung
open the door, and entered. A blast of warm air and sound hit him. After the
eerie silence of the street, the sudden din of music and voices was
overwhelming. The club was dimly lit, smoky, and packed. Music thumped in
his ears. Christian squeezed through the crush of bodies, his gaze darting
back and forth. Sweaty shirts surrounded him wherever he turned.

“Ow! Watch where you’re going!”

“Sorry. I –” Christian looked up and his jaw dropped. The thing
staring down at him had the body of a weightlifter, but from the neck up, it
resembled a cross between a bull and a lion, with curved black horns, a
shaggy mane, and sharp fangs. “What are you staring at?” growled a
deep, rough voice.

“S-sorry,” Christian stammered and backed away.

Had he stumbled into some sort of costume party? No, that hadn’t been a
mask. He’d seen its mouth move.

He stepped on something that felt like a rope and heard a snarl. He looked
down to see a long, furry tail pull away, and something with three horns and
four eyes glared at him. Christian stumbled backward.

Breathing hard, he made his way through the crowd. He spotted a
silver-haired girl in black leather. Relieved to see someone relatively
normal-looking, Christian grabbed her arm. She looked at him. Her eyes were
huge, almond-shaped, and completely black, without whites or irises.
“Excuse me, Miss, I’m sorry, but could you tell me…”

She opened her mouth, revealing inch-long fangs where her canine teeth
should have been, and hissed like a cat. He backed off. His head swiveled
back and forth. Everywhere he looked was a creature out of a nightmare.
There stood a man with a wriggling mass of tentacles where his mouth should
have been. Across from him loomed another man with the head of a hawk and
four feathery arms.

A hand grabbed his arm and twisted him around. He found himself staring up
into a face that was almost human, except it was black — not brown, but
licorice black — and topped by a pair of small, spiral horns protruding
from crimson hair. The man dragged Christian through the crowd, out the
door, into the cool night. He shoved his face into Christian’s, eyes
narrowed. “What are you doing here? You’re not from
Darkside.”

“I don’t even know how I got here. What is this place?”

His lip curled in an unpleasant expression that was half-grin, half-sneer,
revealing tiny, sharp fangs. “You’re from Earth, huh?”

“Earth? You mean we’re not on Earth?”

“Oh boy, are you in for a rude awakening.” Sharp claws dug into
the meat of Christian’s arm, making him squirm. “There’s bound to be a
fat reward on your head. The Council doesn’t like it when souls slip through
their grasp.”

Breathing hard, Christian tried to pry the sausage-thick, dark fingers from
his arm. “Let go!”

“Oh no. You’re not getting away so easily.”

 

About the Author

AJ Graham has a passion for cold weather, unusual beers, and anything
otherworldly.  Dragons, demons, shapeshifters and psychics have always
populated their imagination, but sometimes the real world can be just as
fascinating and mysterious.  And no matter the genre, AJ has always
loved stories about soulmates connecting.  Whether it’s instant,
explosive passion or a slow burn, the power of two (or more) minds and
bodies coming together to form a greater whole is always a story worth
telling.  AJ lives in the Chicago suburbs with their husband.

 

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